New Ulm weekly review., 1887-03-09

.ssplits:' inserted in the crown, grasped
the plowhandles. while atucking
strings" girded about their waists
kept the skirts from trailing in the
dirt. All, they we're made OF superior
mettle, these women of the barrens
were.
That spring we had to work a
great deal harder and had less time for
fishing than before, Doc helped MS
He was industrious, though sth, a
weakling compared with other lads.
The first time I saw him twirl a
strand of golden lovevine over lis
head and cast it on the bushes, was
amused. Doc told me that he had
named it "Lucy Paxton" and if it
grew, he would know that she loved
him, and if not, he would h. disap-
pointed. He was getting too deep for
our philosophy then.
A whole year rolled away, and on
the next spring Isaw that the love
vine reappeared and grew on the bush
es. Doc saw it too, and he was pleas
ed greatly pleased. He was not an
ardent lover. He worshipped at a
distance. The young fellows who
came home on furloughs were very
gallant and deferential toward Lucy.
This must have worried Doc, but he
never gave any sign.
Then came that call for men; that
plucklng Of the very flower of south
ern chivalry. Oh, remorseless war!
John Paxton WAS eighteen, and he
must go to the war, and leave his
mother and Lucy to fight the harder
battle at home. The s'enrollng Of
fcer," that agent of war whose ap-
proach was dreaded so much he told
us that.
When he left Doc followed him out
to the gate. After short talk, the
officer departed, after shaking Doc by
the hand.
eve learned somethin'," he said,
with radiant face when he came
back. 1.-The enrolling officer says that
John can stay at home if he can get a
substitute. I'm gwine to be his SUBJ
stitute."
OF course John Paxton did not
want to agree to the proposition. It
looked unmanly for him to stay and
send little fellow like Dick. But the
latter argued, II amt got nobody to
keer for, an if git hurt nobody'll be
the loser.
You've got Mis- Paxton and-and- =
Lucy" he stammered, an you ought
to stay an make the crap. Besides I
want to git to be big giner'l, some
time, maybe, an then I'll-I'll 'll-well,
want to go,anyhow, an I'm agwine as
your substitute And he went.
Poor little Doc! Friend and play.
mate of our childhood. His delicate
form that had been so nourished and
cherished by his doting mother and
our mother had loved him as one OF
her own-when they brought him home
wasted with privation and hardship,
and the hectic fever burned on his
cheeks, he looked very much like our
little old Doc. 1t was spring
time again then. There was
a 1ull in the wild tempest of war.
Bronzed and bearded our heroes came
home. Bowed with defeat tattered
and torn, ragged veterans OF hun
| dred battles. There were so many
heroic deeds that the recital of daring
achievements grew commonplace.
They did not like to talk about it.
Our Doc had been every inch of a
soldier He had acquitted himself
nobly. He was going to die, as SO
many stronger men had died, without
a stain upon his escutcheon. It was
| Lucy Paxton's hand that plucked
| the sweet bouquets which found their
way to his feeble hands. It was he,
mother who sat with our mother and
counted the pulse beat of our Doc, as
life was fading fast away.
One day he reused himself from his
stupor, and with a light in his ewes
I had never seen before, he asked me
to go and see If the Glove vine" hac
begun growing. I did as ne requested
and found egolden threads entwinec
among the low gallberry bushes.
| lis it a-growing?" he asked, when
eyes, it is running everywhere,
answered.
II knowed it. That's shore sign
| Pm so glad"
That was the last word he ever ut
! tered.
Lucy Paxton is the noble wife OF al
honest farmer. She is agood woman
and she points out a little mound ii
the old graveyard to her children
when they go there meeting days, ant
they scrape away the green mould ant
the lichens, and spell out the letter.
on it, doc, Doc
An nliterate Bonanza Man.
The presence in Chicago of Mr.
James Carlisle of Pueblo calls t,
mind an incident in connection Will
himself and one of the men who be
came rich from the output of Lead
vile. The bonanzaite alluded to wa
Gus Rische, and when the presen
millionaire and ex-senator, Tabor